I find myself stuck wide awake at 2am, again. I’ve gone through all the tricks you’re “supposed to do” to cure insomnia. I go down the list most nights, guess what? None of them really work. Hopefully my mom and Paula got more out of our two hour sleep class at Mayo than I did.
I sleep best with a TV on, even though that’s a big NO. I need the sound and general distraction to keep my mind from wondering a thousand miles a minute. If I make it through the nightly Friend’s marathon on Nick at Night I usually turn the TV off and try just music. Rarely does that work. Then starts the list of ridiculous things you can find me doing in the early AM hours; yoga, breathing exercises, stretching, mindfulness, oxygen treatments, ice, moving to the couch, moving downstairs, peppermint headbands. All of this on top of sheets freshly washed in Lavender and a handful of night time medications that would knock out a giant. Yet, here I am. Wide awake. Luckily, my favorite time to write is after midnight! Lol.
Tonight, however, is an extra rough night. The HM monster is in full swing. After a painful seizure this evening and shocks sending a jolt from the base of my neck through my fingers and toes, my right arm and leg are completely numb and paralyzed. All the while I swear I have ice picks sticking out of my face and in my eye. Having to skip my Tuesday infusion is going to be extra rough this week.
I wish I could explain just how odd it is to have zero sensation on half of your body. I tried running my hand under hot water tonight, just to see if I could bring some feeling back to it. Nada. If I wouldn’t have been watching my hand under the running water, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you that was happening. Being numb is such an uncomfortable feeling that is impossible to get used to. And then you think, “how is it uncomfortable if you can’t feel?” I guess it’s more mentally uncomfortable. It’s been quite a long time since my arm and leg have been paralyzed. I went several months where they would just get extra tingly, my leg would drag occasionally, but even that wasn’t a constant when my attacks were hitting.
Unfortunately, in the last few weeks the numbness, weakness and paralysis that screams stroke to so many, have been frequent and worrisome. Usually starting in my finger tips, the pins and needles feeling all HMers know too well has started to quickly spread all the way past my shoulder. Last week, we began noticing that as that feeling was becoming more frequent, soon after my right arm starting spasming and jerking out of my control. I tried my muscle relaxants, those had no effect. Eventually, the spams chilled out by themselves, which we noted as a good sign. That was, until my arm ended up paralyzed for the rest of the night. Luckily, when I woke up the next morning it was back to full mobility and almost complete feeling had returned! That didn’t last long. Boo.
Then, we have my leg. My leg has always shown more signs of HM than my arm. Last year it was fully numb and paralyzed for three months. Yep, awful. During bad attacks it was still dragging, and that was one sign that the Hemiplegic days to follow would be in full force. But in the last week or two, we’ve seen more signs of weakness. Several times, out of nowhere, my leg has completely given out and caused me some ugly falls. Not that I need extra of those. Two nights ago, I was walking through the kitchen when it totally randomly landed me in a heap on the floor. From the tips of my toes to my hip I had no feeling, but I was still able to move it normally, so I just ignored it best I could. Again, the next morning it was back to normal.
I hope I’m proved wrong, but sadly I’d be willing to bet I don’t wake up good as new tomorrow. Seizures have been rough all night and I’m still dragging my leg when I try to walk a little bit, or having to use my left hand to pull my right arm into a comfortable position. Trying to type this one-handed is actually slightly comical. Well, and slightly frustrating. I keep telling my right hand to reach for the letters and nothing happens. Ugh. It’s actually extra weird to have my leg numb because I damaged a nerve in my left leg with a shot a few months ago and have lost complete feeling in half of my left thigh.
I’m a mess. A painful, numb, exhausted, stuck, mess. And for tonight, complaining about all of that is okay. But not tomorrow! Tomorrow I have to get up, know it is a new day, and try all the secret tricks of making it through another attack.